[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Na'm ta'lm 'bout?
Yeah (Lordy, na'm ta'm 'bout)
Live with the Lordy (Lordy, na'm ta'm 'bout)
Lordy, n***a (Yeah, aye)
Yeah, aye check it out, look

[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
Yeah I know what you did last summer
Stolen black jacket with the [?] under
She was a devious bitch, I turned her to a good woman
Yeah I'm good looking
Pop you from the balcony, J. F. Kennedy style, your brains fly out the door like you took something (Huh)
Tom Clancy code of honor
The only time I voted for Obama, and even that was a broken promise
I move ash, you gave me slow responses
I use pliers for pulling out your tonsils
This is not a game like a console
I'm from a town, they bang on congos, strike guitar notes
[?], my Lordy poured him a large dose, [?]
You wonder how we entered through the garage door
Smoking green herbs, my dad [?] like cilantro
You need membership like Costco to shop with us
Spin you like a turntable, buck .50 left some sloppy cuts
Marvelous
Leave you fishing in the sea with Aquarius
Break it down since everything ain't obvious
I relate to symbols on my dollar bills: In God We Trust
You far from home, the grass ain't green it's a [?] zone
You lost your legs, you're like Karl Malone
You a deal breaker, never fuck with the youth, man, that's a common known
You was a lil' Lordy like the [?] a clone
[Bridge: ANKHLEJOHN]
As above so below, the doves lie with the crows
I tried my best to cash out on a private loan, yeah (Ching ching)
I'm in San Fran' where the price is gold, [?] and told us snake bites from cobras
Lord everything ain't kosher
As above so below, the doves lie with the crows
I tried my best to cash out on a private loan, yeah
I'm in San Fran' where the price is gold, [?] and told us snake bites from cobras
Lord everything ain't kosher (Shaap shit only)

[Verse 2: Wiki]
On the upper west, kosher was the closest thing to Cosa Nostra
Riverside, smokin' bowls on boulders, cops patrollers
Those is not my olders, nor my elders
And there ain't sheet that you could tell us
That you ain't already told us
Just let me be, let me breathe, let me keep my focus
Before I dive off the deep, go to sleep in the ocean
With the fishies, pinch me, kick me, get me woken
If I don't, then to Wiki toast him
Talk to me right
Everybody walk to me hyped like I'm offering Nikes
I ain't offer you shit, I'd offer ya life
For a quick hit, don't talk to us slick
Y'all smoke Marlboro Lights, I smoke spliffs
I blow piff, y'all blow up blow, sniff
I throw up, y'all ain't grown up, y'all throw up shit
It's garbage, I just throw up regular vomit
Y'all can call him what you call him
Say pardon to every mama that's cartin' a baby due
Postpartum depression, all my bars postmodern, ahead of his time
But still reflective, don't try and be aggressive, you can't intercept it
Don't say I'm interjecting, 'cause look, shorty, if you into sexin Wik'
Then you gonna get the dick with some introspection, uh
A chat with Pat is rare, the facts is always there
The masses will always stare, your asses will always care
More if I pop myself then end up in the rocking chair
Then act like they was not prepared while they say they prayers (Fuck outta here)